Oh boy.
I don't know what my problem is lately, but all I want to do is SLEEP!
Either I get sleepy, or I get grumpy. Or sometimes those two collide, and NO ONE wants to be around me. Especially me!
But tonight things are going to change. Tonight I am not going to allow myself to nod off into a little pre-sleep before I actually fall asleep. No. Tonight I am going to try and stay wide awake until I head to bed around 10:30.
Which is why I am writing. Surely I can't fall asleep while I am writing, right? Well you might be surprised. If what I am writing is boring enough, then it might cause you and me both to pass out.
So what's been going on? Oh you know. Absolutely nothing. Despite the grouchiness and the subsequent sleepiness.
I realized today that why I am so off-kilter right now is because I miss my husband. I miss him like mad. We get about two or three hours together every night before he leaves for work. It is not nearly enough time. The house is still on the market with no hope of ever really selling, and right now I am staring into the next few months of Mike's continual crazy commutes and me spending every evening alone. Even after the baby comes. That is enough to depress anyone I think.
Or in my case, cause narcolepsy.
I get so jealous of those women who get to see their husbands every evening and on the weekend. We had a short time of that some years ago, but it seems weird looking back at it - but those were some of the most stressful times of our life. I don't think those two things correlate - Mike being home more and being a hard time for us - obviously - but I am just making a general observation.
So if your husband gets to be around a lot, be thankful. Cherish that time with him. Mike and I spend as much time as possible together which means errands (grocery shopping mostly), cleaning (who needs a clean house?) and work (on my end - I don't need to stay late, I need to get home to see Mike) sometimes suffer.
Someday our house will sell. Someday this baby WILL come. (It's inevitable, I've been told.) Someday Mike's shifts won't be so crazy at work. And then I'll be remembering these times were we barely saw each other and reminiscing about the memories we made in the here and now. I wouldn't want to spend this craziness with anyone else. I love my husband to pieces.
I don't know what my problem is lately, but all I want to do is SLEEP!
Either I get sleepy, or I get grumpy. Or sometimes those two collide, and NO ONE wants to be around me. Especially me!
But tonight things are going to change. Tonight I am not going to allow myself to nod off into a little pre-sleep before I actually fall asleep. No. Tonight I am going to try and stay wide awake until I head to bed around 10:30.
Which is why I am writing. Surely I can't fall asleep while I am writing, right? Well you might be surprised. If what I am writing is boring enough, then it might cause you and me both to pass out.
So what's been going on? Oh you know. Absolutely nothing. Despite the grouchiness and the subsequent sleepiness.
I realized today that why I am so off-kilter right now is because I miss my husband. I miss him like mad. We get about two or three hours together every night before he leaves for work. It is not nearly enough time. The house is still on the market with no hope of ever really selling, and right now I am staring into the next few months of Mike's continual crazy commutes and me spending every evening alone. Even after the baby comes. That is enough to depress anyone I think.
Or in my case, cause narcolepsy.
I get so jealous of those women who get to see their husbands every evening and on the weekend. We had a short time of that some years ago, but it seems weird looking back at it - but those were some of the most stressful times of our life. I don't think those two things correlate - Mike being home more and being a hard time for us - obviously - but I am just making a general observation.
So if your husband gets to be around a lot, be thankful. Cherish that time with him. Mike and I spend as much time as possible together which means errands (grocery shopping mostly), cleaning (who needs a clean house?) and work (on my end - I don't need to stay late, I need to get home to see Mike) sometimes suffer.
Someday our house will sell. Someday this baby WILL come. (It's inevitable, I've been told.) Someday Mike's shifts won't be so crazy at work. And then I'll be remembering these times were we barely saw each other and reminiscing about the memories we made in the here and now. I wouldn't want to spend this craziness with anyone else. I love my husband to pieces.
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